“A dog is not considered a good dog because he is a good barker.
A man is not considered a good man because he is a good talker.”
Sometimes the words don’t come,
or the words that do feel like
some impostor’s talc on my tongue.
There was a time when I felt
I could understand, if only I could explain
and now the uncertainty, mystery,
inexplicability of it all
leaves me wordless, without a sentence.
My sentence has been lifted,
I am no more
(if I shut up long enough to notice)
by my need to be heard.
And so, what takes the place
I have saved for those words
which have parted?
Is it listening? Silence? Prayer?
Or is it love?
Yes, it is simply and completely